𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

"We are not going to hunt him down my lord?" An orc asks me.

"No." I say.

I move my hand over the bow. Sorry about that little brother. The pain you will undergo now will be unbearable. It will feel like you've lost all means of sanity. You will see your fears and face down our father's bane. It is only a matter of time before you embrace the night. The darkness is a funny thing. Powerful, yes. But is it truly evil? No... just misunderstood.

It is only a matter of time little brother before all will be clear. Soo you will awaken. You will awaken. I turn. I stand up from the ruins' cliff. I see the elves. I see my father coming. Oh fun. A smile forms on my lips. My arms sprout feathers.

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"Is he alive and safe at least assure me that." I say.

"He is Thranduil. Radagast has him." Aragorn answers. 

I let out a breath.

"What has happened?" I ask.

"He was shot by this arrow." Aragorn holds it up.

"Bring that to me." I say.

He nods. Aragorn walks forward. I jump off my steed. I walk forward to Aragorn. This arrow... it's unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I see black smoke rising from it. It's head was shaped like a bird with red bulging eyes. I take up the arrow. I feel a rush of powerful evil magic. I drop the arrow in a startle.

"What type of magic is this?" I ask Gandalf.

"I do not know." Gandalf says. 

I hear something. I turn and see a small eagle flying towards us. Aragorn takes out his sword.

"Archers." I say.

They move and point their bows. It was small for a mighty eagle. Then the eagle turns to a ball of smoke before our eyes. A figure jumps down through the smoke. I hear his laugh. I remember instantly who he is. He pulls off his hood.

"Hello father." Malachi smiles.